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Hail, thou land, by God selected 
Freedom's golden hearth to be 
Hail ye people, once elected 

Free, by fathers bravery ! 
-Hold, O hold ye fast forever 

Holy, high ! 
North and South ; forget ye never 
Freedom's blessings, far and nigh ! 
Sing ye praise immortal, 
Sing at every portal ! 

All defy ! 
All defy, be brave, be bold, 
Shining stars and stripes unfold! 



Land of Freedom, Nation chiefest 

Grand in glory, world renowned, 
Where the humblest son receivest 

Toil and care so richly crowned. 
-Land of plenty, land of blessing, 

Country Free ! 
Iron hail nor cannon's' hissing 
Shall supply thy wants to thee, 
Swords and helmets shining 
Shall not cause thy smiling, 

Count I y Free ! 
Country, free for ev'ry race. 
Freedom's blessing shall embrace. 



3. 

Hajl, thou land, of gifts the sweetest, 

Freedom, if preserved by thee, 
If, O flag of peace, thou greetest, 
Mountain, shore in fullest glee 
-Live and grow may you forever 

Country Free ! 
Trumpet's voice be still, endeavour 
Silence keep on land and sea ! 
North and South will render 
Thanks for blessing's splendor. 

-Brothers ye ! 
Brothers ye, O do not rest, 
Heroes' sons of East and West ! 

4. 

Hail, thou land, if truth and honor 
Strive to reign through care and toil, 

Gold not dares thy duty's banner, 
J^ar Ibv jeDse_ pthonor s»iili_ 



-Life will then be ever pouring. — 

High above 
Science, art and graces soaring 
Through thy gates of peace and love. 
Sons of ev'ry clime will enter, 
Nations' ties surrender. 

Sigh for love ! 
Sigh for love. They praise thee still 
Years to come in pride and skill. 



God, Almighty, hear our prayer, 

Grant protection as of yore ! 
Right, let truth desert us ne'er 
Shield our honor, we implore ! 
— Vice, corruption, tear asunder, 
Lord of Hosts, 
Drive them off with deafning thunder 
Strike them down and shame their boasts ! 
Preserve us as a nation 
Grant, O grant in Thy compassion. 

Lord of Hosts ! 
Lord of Hosts, that they sanctify 
Hearts and hands to Thee on high. 

Idea and form of the hymn, without rhymes, by W. Cokbadi. 
TnneUted into German rhymes by A. Beinke. Translated into English by A. GmOH. 

The notes and verses are printed on separate pages and loosely enclosed in the cover, so that they may be readily 
taken in hand by various participating singers in the family. 




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